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[just-blahh]

Literally every time I think the webtoon writers cannot get any better they PULL THROUGH WITH SOMETHING GREAT!!!

Everyone knows the two eras of Harley but her transition and struggle to be not who she was with joker isn’t often depicted. And I personally do love her and Bruce being besties so much but her laugh being a trigger for him is so real. She was with joker for a long time and that’s literally Bruce’s biggest source of trauma.

[quillkiller]

why do you think the marauders fandom is like so afraid of making women be masculine

no joke i just think people hate masculine women ! the only people ive ever met who are into butch women are either other lesbians or queer people who genuinely have put in the work to distance themselves from male validation

butch/masculine women or dykes are seen are disgusting for their hairy bodies and no make-up whereas a mans lean body and androgony will simply make him ’hot’ and ’daring’ and ’omg he’s crushing the gender norms!!!!’ <- which is honestly almost never true lmao

anyway. women who don’t shave or don’t wear makeup or are masculine are seen as lazy or ugly ! and women are terrfied of being ugly. im butch and im terrified of being ugly. there’s almost no space for butch women outside of lesbian circles, but feminine men are still relatable and seen as accessible and can still fit in with all genders! people will always love femininity, and honestly almost even more when it’s men doing it because there’s only one thing a patriarchal society loves more than a feminine woman….. men…

[dzozef]

depression so bad it got my dad who doesnt believe in mental health telling me that i should go back to therapy

[sugarypinecones]

DODGE!!!!! god i want dodge so bad i want to lay between his stretched out legs and wrap my arms around one of them and rest my head on his thigh while he plays with my hair while we watch smth together but it's all background noise because his dick is so close to me mouf and i js wanna run my nose against the little outline from his washed out jeans IS THAT A CRIME IS THAT SO TERRIBLE please oh my god his strong rodeo arms i just wanna sit on his lap and rub my hands all over him im sorry i think im ovulating

(in lois griffin voice) whoever that was.. thank you….

NO because ur SO real.. like i audibly went holy to this, had to screenshot, send to council, and come back to re read again like that one sarah paulson video.

this was meant to be a tiny tiny blurb but it turned out way longer than expected so sorry lolz + f!reader

ALSO! if you sent an ask i am working on it, but i was on vacation so now im finally home and yupppp

send more asks. anything. i will try and match ur freak as hard as i can pls god, and anyways that being said:

like, get me; it starts out somewhat innocent. tired and lazy because of all the panic bullshit, you two decide to just stay home rather going out to all the random parties and events thrown between each game.

dayna and his mom don’t care that he has you over — they find it nice he found someone, a nice distraction from inside his head.

as for the show, it’s probably some random documentary or reality show: first thing he saw when logging into the streaming platform. he, genuinely, is probably engrossed in it, but you’re engrossed in him: how close you two are.

you’re laying between his legs, obviously, and his hands are strung around you messily, just wanting to have some sort of hold on you. how he’s holding you, you probably have no idea what, focused on the washed-out jeans of his — weathered from wear by rodeos or helping anne or anything else.

he’s probably yapping about something on the TV — “i don’t see how bestfriends could do that to eachother..” bla bla bla, you’re not really focusing in on it - humming, trying to sound interested in whatever it is he’s actually talking about. some “oh really?” and “i know..” are strung throughout the humming, but you have no idea if it’s actually appropriate to his talking.

he seems to catch on, though, unbeknownst to you. it’s hard not to notice his pretty girlfriend’s eyes focused directly on his crotch every few minutes, head shifting back and forth ever so slightly — making his dick twitch with need.

you wondered if his jeans are always this tight — wondering if you looked earlier you could’ve seen it, but the truth was, you really couldn’t. this only happened after the fact you got in the car — but obviously, you weren’t keenly aware of his crotch up until the minute you got in bed.

his hands run up and down ur back softly, and god it just makes the URGE to run ur face along the outline so much worse !!! he’s fallen quiet, so u slightly wonder if maybe something’s wrong or maybe he caught onto your disinterest in his words, so you glance up out of the corner of your eye, only to realize he’s been watching you for god knows how long.

he probably says something stupid, like: “you know the tv’s over there, right?” or “interesting?” something really dumb and smart-assy. you roll your eyes, probably say something back, and one thing leads to another and he’s nonchalantly trying to suggest you could do it if you wanted to.

so you do. and god !! does it feel as good as u thought it would. he twitches beneath u and tries to act like it’s really not turning him on as much as it is, but it’s hard not to, a sticky, wet patch is already forming at the tip of his cock; itching to bleed through the light jeans.

he ends up pulling you closer, forgetting all about the tv, bringing you into a hasty kiss, needy and desperate but still filled with tenderness.

you fix yourself on his lap, smiling into the kiss, glad you got your way, like it was ever a fight to begin with — it never was, he would give you anything you asked for whenever you wanted.

he’s so gentle when he touches you. his large hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you even closer into his lap, his eyes closed, enjoying the kiss for a few more moments before pulling away, panting softly, breathless.

"you’re really not very good at paying attention." he mumbled breathlessly, a small smirk on his lips as he looked down at you.

he moved his hands down your sides, running them up and down your thighs, his thumbs brushing against the skin beneath the hems of your shorts as he shifted underneath you slightly.

“what’s going through your pretty little head, hm?” he mused, tilting his head slightly as he studied your face.

you hummed softly, looking up at him with a small, playful pout on your lips.

“well… i was listening,” you pouted, “kinda.”

he chuckled softly at your response, his hands continuing to run up and down your thighs, the touch of his palms warm and rough against your skin.

“you’re so cute,” he murmured, “but i don’t think you were listening at all.”

he leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on your nose, before continuing to trail his lips down your jawline and down your neck.

“i think you were too distracted by something else,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin as he nipped at your neck softly.

he knew you far too well - he knew the way your body reacted to his touch. he knew how to make you melt.

he continued to nibble at your neck, gently, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to send shivers down your spine.

“can you even remember what i was talking about?” he murmured playfully, his hands still running up and down your thighs.

“of course,” you retort, clearly defensive. “you don’t get how best friends.. could do that to eachother.” it’s clear you were listening to him, but not the television.

he chuckled softly, his lips pressed against your skin as you spoke.

“of course you remember that part,” he teased, knowing damn well you were paying more attention to his jeans than the television.

he gently nipped at your skin, sucking on a small patch of it for a moment, before pulling away.

“you were paying more attention to something else, weren’t you?”

you flush. obviously you were — who could blame you ?? :(( he was just soo close to u and so there..

he caught the flush of your cheeks, a smirk playing at his lips as he lifted his head to look at you.

“aww, you’re so cute when you blush, you know that?” he teased, “especially when you realize you’ve been caught.”

he chuckled softly, his hands moving up to your waist, his fingers slowly slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.

you pull him into a needier kiss this time, hands roaming all over, as if trying to find the right place to grab: but all seemed so promising, that you couldn’t actually settle.

he groaned softly into the kiss, matching your neediness with his own. his hands gripped at your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, as he pulled you close into his lap.

he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, requesting access that you happily gave him. his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring it hungrily, as his hands roamed across your body.

he trailed kisses down your jawline and down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. he nipped at your collarbone, leaving small, love bites in their wake.

he slowly pushed himself back against the back of the bed, pulling you with him so that you were now laying on top of him, your legs on each side of his hips.

his hands roamed down to your legs, gripping your thighs as he shifted beneath you, his hips rolling up against yours.

he groaned softly as he felt the pressure against his lap, his lips still moving across your neck, leaving little love bites in their wake.

“you drive me crazy,” he mumbled against your skin.

you hum in response — too overwhelmed with pleasure to say anything other than jumbled messes, so simplify yourself with a hum.

his hands moved up, slipping underneath your shirt, and running his palms across your skin. he could feel the heat radiating off your body, and it only made him want you more.

he pulled away from your neck, looking up at you with his blue, lust-filled eyes.

“i want you,” he breathed, “so badly.”

your breath hitches — and you want to tell him to have you — right there, however much he wanted, but you can’t strangle any words out.

he moved his hands up to your hips, his grip tightening as he pulled you tightly against him, grinding his lap up against yours.

he let out a soft groan, his head falling back against the back of the headboard as he felt the friction against his straining jeans.

“you’re so beautiful,” he panted, looking up at you with a look of need in his eyes, “so damn beautiful.”

he slid his hands up further, pushing up your shirt as he did, exposing your stomach. he ran his hands up across your stomach and up to your ribs, his touch leaving chills in their wake.

he bit his lip as he looked up at you, studying your face, taking in your features as if he hadn’t seen you a million times before.

“i want you,” he repeated, his voice slightly hoarse with need, “all of you, darling.”

you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“well,” you said, your voice low and sultry, “what’s stopping you?”

he looked up at you, his eyes darkening with need.

“nothing,” he replied, his grip on you tightening as he spoke.

he shifted beneath you, pushing himself up so that he was sitting up properly against the back of the couch.

“except for these damn jeans,” he muttered, his hands moving to the button on his jeans.

you’re quick to help him — eagerly pawing at the button, undoing it with ease.

he let out a soft gasp at your eager touch, his hands moving to grip your waist as you undid the button on his jeans.

he lifted his hips as you began to pull down the jeans, a small, needy whine escaping from his lips as the fabric slid down his legs and hit the floor with a toss of your hand.

“so fucking needy..” he groaned softly, his hands running up and down your sides.

he pulled you back down onto his lap, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he settled you against his lap.

his hips bucked up slightly, his arousal pressed against your thigh as he moved.

“you’re so good to me,” he panted, his hands roaming up and down your back as he spoke, “i’m so lucky to have you.”

he tilted his head, his lips tracing a path down your neck, nibbling at sensitive spots along the way. he left a trail of little love bites, his teeth grazing against your skin in a way that made you shiver.

“i want to touch you,” he murmured against your skin, his hands running up your thighs. “please let me touch you.”

you could give him permission a million times over — and he’d still ask before doing anything else in the process, so gently; a contrast difference to his rough hands.

“please.” you retort softly.

he groaned softly at your response, his hands gripping your thighs tighter as he pulled you closer.

“always so polite,” he muttered, his lips still trailing down your neck.

he slowly moved his hands up your thighs, his fingers slowly sliding under the hem of your shorts.

“i need you so badly,” he panted, his hands moving higher, “can i..?”

you nod vicariously.

he let out a soft sigh of relief at your response, his hands moving further up your thighs, until they reached the edge of your panties.

he ran his fingers along the edge of the fabric, groaning softly at the realization that he was so close to what he wanted.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “so perfect..”

you hum contemptibly, smiling.

he smiled at your hum, his hands slowly moving up, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

he ran his fingers over your skin, his touch gentle and soft, as he slowly moved towards your center.

he could feel you shiver with each touch, his own hips rolling slightly beneath you as he grew impatient.

he slowly moved his hand down, his fingers sliding across your sensitive flesh, his touch sending shivers up your spine.

“you’re so warm,” he murmured, “so ready..”

he gently began to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves, his touch light and teasing, as his other hand moved to your hip, holding you in place.

he groaned softly at the feel of your reaction, his eyes studying your face intently.

“so beautiful..” he repeated, his fingers slowly increasing their pace.

he watched as you began to move against his touch, your hips rolling in response to his touch.

he groaned softly as he felt you press against him, his own arousal growing more and more with each small movement you made.

“that’s it,” he panted, “just like that..”

he continued his movements, his fingers quickening their pace as he felt you growing closer.

he could feel your body shaking with need, your hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders.

“just relax darling,” he murmured, “let go for me..”

he continued to rub at your sensitive core, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm, as he watched you grow closer and closer to the edge.

he could feel your body growing tense, your grip on him growing tighter, as you began to whine and pant with need.

“that’s it, just like that..” he repeated, his own hips rolling up against you as he continued his ministrations.

he watched as you grew tense, your body trembling as you reached the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you arched your back slightly.

he kept up his movements, his hand still rubbing at your sensitive flesh, continuing to bring you closer and closer to release, “come for me, please..” he panted, his own need growing stronger by the second.

he could feel you growing closer and closer to the edge with each second, your breath coming in soft pants and moans as you teetered on the brink.

and finally, you came, your body shaking as you reached your climax, a soft moan escaping from your lips.

he continued to move his fingers gently against you, helping you ride out your orgasm, as he spoke softly, “so perfect..”

he gently pulled his hand away from you, his eyes watching as you came down from your high. he studied your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and messy hair.

“that’s it darling,” he murmured, “just breathe..”

he moved his hands to your hips once more, holding you tightly in his lap as he waited for you to regain your bearings.

[themissinghand]

Solo Leveling: Tease

Requested by: @666veiniklaas

Summary: In which Jinwoo likes every part of you, and he hates to share what’s his. 

Or, you finally take revenge on Jinwoo for teasing you a little too much. 

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x M! Reader

Note: For some reason I lost your request in my inbox, but luckily I already started working on it in my drafts.

Anyways, not a bother at all! The cat drawing was so cute! Love how you showed my dark eye circles so accurately XD 

This inspired me to write a....sexier version of Jinwoo. Hope you enjoy it! 

Warnings: Some sexual tension and sensual touching, suggestive themes! Nothing beyond that, unless your imagination takes you there-

★・・・・・・★

Jinwoo is an asshole, and he knows because his boyfriend tells him too many times. 

“Hey (Y/N).” Jinwoo called out, before noticing you hunched over your laptop in his hoodie, that was clearly too big for you. He smirks before walking behind you and tapping you on the shoulder. 

“What? I’m in the middle of a game right now!” He leans down and lets his wet hair touch your skin. He feels you flinch before finally turning your attention to him.  

“Do you know where my boxers-” 

“What the f-it’s in the drawer!” Like a cat, Jinwoo watches his boyfriend malfunction (checking him out) with red cheeks, before screeching and dashing out of their shared bedroom. 

It’s adorable, seeing you throwing random items at him to cover himself up, or when you run away anytime you see him naked. 

But he knows you like what you see. Maybe, you’re just too shy or prideful to admit it. 

(Jinwoo knows it, after all, he remembers you giving ideas to his Shadow Soldiers when building sculptures of him in his Shadow Realm - he’ll never let you live that down)

You’re like a cat. 

A cat thief that likes to steal his hoodies, and wear comfy clothes. Jinwoo didn’t mind it, after all, everytime he hugged you, he felt like he was hugging a big marshmallow cat.  

Sometimes, Jinwoo would come by and scoop you up in princess carry, and like a cat, you would fight him and try to get out. But that never works, as Jinwoo was a S-Class hunter for God’s sake! 

“Beru! Help me!” You cried for Beru, who sheepishly looked back and forth between Jinwoo and you. But could only disappear in Jinwoo’s shadow when His Liege gave him a “I dare you” look. 

In the end, his kitty would give up and grumpily cuddle in his arms until Jinwoo decided to let him go. 

It’s fun teasing you and watching you run away from him. It’s also a great way to get your attention. 

For example, Jinwoo found a great way to wake you up. 

“Jinwoo…? What time is it?” Jinwoo watches his little kitty do a little stretch in his arms, clearly not awake yet. 

“It’s time to get up.” He pressed a kiss to your palms, before cheekily bringing your hand to his bare chest. 

“Wha-” In the next second, you broke out of his hold and slammed your back to the wall. 

“Like what you see?” Jinwoo leans on his arm, purposefully showing off his toned body, but by then you were already out of the room and screaming profanities at him. 

“I swear to God Jinwoo! I will get back at you for this!” 

Jinwoo laughed as he saw his marshmallow cat angrily stomp to the bathroom. 

“Oh yea? I like to see you try!” 

Jinwoo regrets challenging you. 

It was like any other day in the Shadow Realm, Jinwoo was training with his Shadow Soldiers until he heard a call from Beru.

“My Liege! His Highness is-” Without another moment of hesitation, Jinwoo teleported back to his house and worriedly rushed to the bedroom where Beru was at. 

“(Y/N)! Are you okay-” Jinwoo froze when he saw your figure. His oversized hoodie no longer to be seen. 

“Oh hey Jinwoo.”

Your quiet seductive voice sent a wave through him and Jinwoo even let Beru quickly slip away despite being part of the whole farce. But Jinwoo couldn’t be angry at you, as he was too smitten with your appearance. 

His shadows' excited clammer was ignored. 

A slim fitted black top with fishnet sleeves and matching black tights. Your collarbone, flat stomach, and even hip bone was exposed, making him unconsciously gulp. 

The fabric was almost transparent, as if teasing Jinwoo and letting his imagination to go wild. 

You looked so good right now, and Jinwoo feels himself slowly losing control-

“I’m going out.” 

“Where? Looking like that?” Jinwoo flinched when he felt that he sounded a little too aggressive, but he really can’t let anyone see you looking so good. 

You had the audacity to look confused. 

“Nightclub, Liu Zhigang invited me out.” A cheeky little smirk rose to your lips before playing with the collar on your neck. 

“How do I look?” 

In the next moment, you were swept off your feet and slammed onto the bed, but this time, you weren’t backing off. 

“(Y/N), is this what you mean by getting back at me?” 

“I don’t know what you mean-” Jinwoo dived for the side of your neck and felt you squirm. 

“‘Cause it working. Your plan.” Inhaling deeply, Jinwoo feels dizzy, did you even put on cologne?

Even though he knows that this was all part of your plan to get back at him for teasing you so often, the fact that you mentioned another man’s name makes him mad. 

What if you actually did it for someone else? 

Just imagining you with Liu Zhigang and other men-

“Hey Jinwoo, calm down-” 

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

Jinwoo pressed a couple of kisses to your neck, and then left a trail of marks down to your shoulders. He peaks up, seeing your face bright red, but looking directly at him. 

Even more surprising, Jinwoo felt your fingers in his hair, before cupping his face and kissing him.

“I know.” You licked your lips, and tugged on your top, revealing more skin. 

“So hurry up and take me, My Liege.” 

That was all you had to say to make him lose control, and devour.

Let’s just say that the shadows smartly decided to not interfere and watch the premise far, far away from the bedroom. 

Beru on the other hand was just happy that he wasn’t the one being peppered with kisses this time.

The next morning was a mess. Jinwoo went back to being an asshole, not because he wanted to tease you, but also because he didn’t mind being an asshole for you to dress up like that again.

Also, Jinwoo eventually figured out that it was not just Beru in this, but Bellion and Igris too. Apparently, it was their chance to show off their knowledge of their master’s preferences, and also give you some armour…though Jinwoo doubts you would wear it ever again. 

Not if he had anything to say to that though.

[btsworldz]

THE LOVER - Jimin x Reader

yandere! cupid jimin x reader

yandere jimin, jimin is a cupid, needy jimin, unhinged jimin, possessive jimin

Jimin was pacing back and forth in an anxious manner. He was grinding his nails in his teeth, before Taehyung put his hand down. “Stop,” he simply said to Jimin. Their eyes met, Taehyung’s eyes flashed concern while Jimin’s eyes flash anxiety.

“He didn’t look, calm yourself down. If Hoseok were to look at what you’ve done, he would’ve snitch the moment he turned his back on you. It has been a day and nothing happened to you.”

“Yet!” Jimin cried a little, his body rock back and forth. He didn’t want to be cast away, and be turned into some stupid human over some tiny mistake.

Taehyung put his hand behind Jimin’s shoulder to ground him. “Relax. If this makes you feel better, Yoongi is an angel friend of mine. Well, he once was an angel, before he made a grave mistake and cast down as a human.” Jimin looked at him horrified, which Taehyung immediately corrected himself.

“Which, you didn’t do. The entire angel race was gossiping about him, he was helping a human against God’s will. But when he got cast away, I heard from another angel that he spotted Yoongi on earth. And when they passed each other Yoongi didn’t seem to recognize him! So I guess the rumors are true, when you get cast away as a human you lost your memories.”

Jimin pondered over his words. His mind is empty. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. I hate being a human, much more when I didn’t know I was a superior race before I became a human.”

“Whoa, careful there with your wordings. Don’t want an angel to catch you being prideful.” Taehyung chuckled at his own pathetic joke.

Jimin didn’t know what to do. He was just only messing around, he was bored at his job and he felt like he did no harm. The job was still done and in his mind that was his only goal. It wasn’t his fault that the cupid’s job procedure was a boring process and not as effective as his ways.

It was yesterday night. When he saw his target. A young female, her name is Y/n, she likes this and this and that. Bla bla bla, Jimin closed the book before he could read the boring bits much longer. The man who was going to cross the street, Jeon Jungkook, was going to be her pair. Jimin grabbed his bow and arrow when he was about to strike it into Jeon Jungkook’s heart he put it down. A thought went into his head.

He looked around making sure there’s no other cupid or angel on sight. He grabbed his arrow by his own hand, and strike it to Jungkook's heart. His method was much faster, he had done it before.

The arrow creating a dent on his supple hand, he winced a little at the uncomfortable feeling but made up his mind when he was face to face with Jeon Jungkook. He pierced the arrow to his heart and the man physically stop. Jimin could see his pupils dilated as he looked at the other target, Y/n.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Jungkook said with a smile, stopping Y/n with his hand.

Jimin saw this and smiled to himself. I knew this would work. He thought to himself.

Usually, he must have strikes ten arrows first before it gets to the point where the man asked the woman for her time. And Jimin knew it would be double the amount when he read Jeon Jungkook’s description, as the man was described as being super shy.

In his moment of glory he didn’t notice a spying eyes. But then he caught glimpse of familiar eyes that belongs to none other than Jung Hoseok, the snitchiest of the snitch.

Jimin’s blood run cold for a second, but he quickly masked it with a smile and a gentle nod onto Hoseok’s direction. There's a possibility where Hoseok didn't know what he just did.

Hoseok smiled back awkwardly before he turned his back away.

Oh he definitely looked.

Fast forward to the now, where Jimin was anxious of being cast down from heaven.

Suddenly a big door appears in front of him and Taehyung. Gushes of wind hit their face. Jimin spiraled into a panic state. “No no no no no!”

Get in.

A voice so powerful entered their systems, that Jimin and Taehyung can’t help but be on their knees within seconds. Both of them have matching tears running down their face and both hands planted on to their thighs.

Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. Get in.

They didn’t wait for any seconds more wasted, before their body automatically flying through the golden door. The scenery looked like a field of clouds with no ends. But far from their right, stood a figure that answered all of their answers. Jung Hoseok, looking at them with guilt.

“No no no.” Jimin whispered, knowing that he was screwed right at that moment.

Hoseok, speak.

Hoseok groggily speak. “God, I saw Jimin… h-he used his hand with the arrow. It’s against the rules!”

Jimin, is that true?

“No! I would never do that God! Please believe me!” Jimin was on his knees, his hand’s begging upwards, his cries constant as he lied through his teeth.

Taehyung. Is what he said true?

Now it was Taehyung’s turn to cry again. He didn’t know what to do now he was faced with God. He was all talk no action kind of guy. He mouthed sorry to Jimin.

“No, God. He lied to you.” Taehyung said throwing his best friend under the bus.

“You bitch.” Jimin sneered, before he could reach Taehyung and snatch his golden silky hair from his roots.

He felt an unimaginable pain in his chest, as he screamed with no voice coming out of his lips. It was too painful that he forgot his intention from seconds ago to make his friend bald. He looked down and there it is, an arrow. A golden big arrow that he had never seen before, deeply seated in his chest.

He felt the ground underneath him gone as he lost his balance, then he was pushed by a strong wind. He was falling to nobody knows where as he looked at Hoseok’s and Taehyung’s guilty face looking down at him.

You will now receive your punishment, Park Jimin.

Jimin woke up from his slumber feeling out of breath with his heart beating faster than usual. He woke up feeling startled, he assumed it was like that dream where you feel like you’re falling from the sky. That kind of feeling.

He looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his hair, before looking at the clock. 06.00 am.

He still got his time to prepare for work. He showered, prepare his breakfast, and most importantly his coffee. He glanced at the way the other door hasn’t opened yet.

“Jungkook, get up boy-”

To his surprise, Jungkook opened the door before he can knock more than a hundred times. And to top it all with a smile on his face. Last time Jimin check, the boy is depressed as hell and definitely not a morning person, hell, he’s not even a noon person. He’s barely even a person.

“You’re… different. A good different!” Jimin corrected himself quickly, afraid that his words would make the younger man went back to his default.

“I am! I think I’m in love, hyung.”

Jimin widened his eyes. Before he took a deep breath, "I hate to break it to you, but I'm not gay.”

“Ew. Hell no. With a girl!” Jungkook said, his face getting red.

"A girl?" Jimin almost choked. "You barely know anyone. Jungkook, congrats you're getting big boy." Jimin gave him a pat on the back and a side hug, but he noticed a certain expression on the younger man's face.

“Wait are you blushing? What is wrong with you?! Are you okaaaayyy?”

“I’m okay hyung.” The younger man chuckled, swatting Jimin’s palm from his forehead. “I met a girl yesterday, and I think… I fall in love at first sight. It’s weird, but she’s the sweetest thing ever. I’m usually not like this but I think I’m crazy for her.”

“Woah… slow down lover boy. Just yesterday I thought you are never-a-lover boy, and now look at you…. Is this girl an angel or something? What do you mean you’re crazy for her? Let’s start there. Not gonna lie, it’s so weird seeing you like this.”

“You see. We just met right, so I kinda don’t think it’s appropriate to ask anything more than her name. But I got her a coffee and talk to her, and when she was in a bathroom, I know this is wrong… but I can’t help it! I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”Jungkook paused to bite his lips.

“What did you do?”

Jungkook gulped from Jimin’s accusing tone.

“I… looked through her phone.” Jungkook saw the disappointment flashed Jimin’s eyes, so he quickly explained in a hurry. “To make sure that I don’t cross someone’s territory!”

“You could’ve just asked?!”

“You see… it’s kind of an instinct.”

“Well, the deed has been done. Let’s not do anything immoral again. You’re going on a second date with this girl I assumed?”

“Yes,” Jungkook said with no doubt at all. Jimin almost puked from the way he even sounded like he’s in love.

“Alright lover boy, good luck to you!”

Curiosity kills the cat.

That's what they always say. But Jimin ain't no cat, and he ain't one to stick around with a "let's just wait and see" attitude. So here he is, wearing black from his head to toe. His fanciest attire.

Since little Jungkook decided to take this love-at-first-sight-girl to the fanciest place on town.

He didn't think it through before he paid for an all course meal fine dining for two pax minimum, but now he kinda regretting his decision. Since poor Jungkook was waiting alone with the most sad eyes he had seen.

Jimin can't take it anymore, he got up from his seat and wanted to drag Jungkook home. But his shoulder bumped into something.

"Sorry."

"It's ok-”

His breath stuck on his throat, the girl that bumped onto him must be heaven sent. There's no way someone is this beautiful. He can feel all the blood pumping onto and from his heart. His brain short circuited looking at the girl.

"Y/n! you came! What- Hyungg?"

Oh Shit.

[bookshelfdreams]

Hey I like a lot of the takes you have regarding the pirate show so I wanted to ask for your opinion on smth that's been bothering me for a while:

I have a deep seated dislike for Hamilton. Twinkifying the fucking founding fathers, romanticizing slave abusers and overall villainizing the wrong people while others (Hamilton at the front naturally) gets sung at. Speaking of singing - I really hate it. Shipping (i want to repeat) the founding fathers, the blatant white washing bla bla bla. Anyway those are all known problems and better people have said it smarter before and that isn't really my point

It's the fact that a friend of mine recently brought up that Ofmd pretty much is the same and I shouldn't scream so loud in my glass house. Inaccurate historically speaking, the blatant ignoring of the slave owning that the real Stede and Edward did and so on and so forth. Minus the singing perhaps if we ignore Frenchies and Izzys

So. Does it make me a hypocrite to like ofmd so much but despise the mere mention of Hamilton? It's a thing I'm really stressed about lately and that kind of ruined my joy about finally getting season 2. I would love to hear your opinion. or that of your followers for that matter.

Thank you 😊

oh thank YOU because I do feel that this is an interesting thing to examine and we do not talk about it enough.

I have never seen Hamilton, or listened to the songs (except some snippets). I have never been involved in the fandom. I really, really can't speak to what the musical itself did wrong and right. But I will say this: There was a reason it got as popular and received the critical acclaim that it did. I can't speak to how it addresses the systemic injustice baked into the USA from the very beginning, and I do have a suspicion that it glosses over a lot of uncomfortable truths. But I also feel it is important that we divorce the source material from the fandom it spawns because ultimately, Miranda isn't responsible for Hatsune Miku Binder Jefferson, or the whole hivliving debacle.

Just as David Jenkins isn't responsible for the handwaving of slavery in fanworks, or the great Izzy Hands Debate, or whitewashing in fanart, or shitty, racist headcanons of the characters of colour, or whatever deranged scandal is yet to come to light. This is true for all fandoms; criticizing fandom dynamics is a very different conversation from criticizing the canon.

Let's focus on the canon here, though, because defending the fandom is pointless, and not something I want to do. Curate your experience.

The first thing to say is: If you like ofmd but don't like Hamilton, that's not hypocritical at all, that's first and foremost a matter of taste. Things are good when we like them and bad when we don't. We don't have to find objective reasons for it.

If the fact that the historical Stede Bonnet was a slaveowner, and the historical Blackbeard also participated in the slave trade, are dealbreakers for someone, that's valid. People have every right to be uncomfortable with that. The conversation could end at this point, if we want it to (I don't because I love to hear myself talk).

If we look at the historical figures a little closer the first stark difference is the cultural context in which they exist. The founding fathers seem to be extremely mythologized in the american consciousness but also, are understood to be real historical people. The founding myth is fundamental to the way in which the USA perceives itself (that is, as a beacon of freedom and democracy), and it's pretty hard to reconcile that with the bloodshed and human misery it was founded on. It's uncomfortable; and it's not just an American problem. Every western nation/former colonial power has quite literal corpses in their closets they'd rather not talk about (just so you don't think I'm getting on a high horse about the famed Erinnerungskultur here; go ask a german person about Lothar von Trotha and what he did to the Nama and Herero to receive a blank stare). The difference is, that the founding fathers are too prominent and too important to just not talk about, so instead, they are sanitized to a degree that can be straight up historical revisionism.

That's not Miranda's fault. Nor is it the fault of any one particular piece of historical fiction, biography, documentary, or what have you. But it is the context in which Hamilton exists and, from what I understand, a culture to which it contributes. Especially since it's based on a biography of the real Alexander Hamilton, and (again, to my understanding) claims to tell a more or less accurate story.

Pirates, on the other hand, are perceived completely differently. They are mythologized, but not for ideological reasons, not as state-building propaganda. Pirates are more like folk heroes; cultural icons (near) completely divorced from whatever historical figure once lived. They are "real" in the sense that they are based on real people, but engaging with them, from the start, has a layer of removal from reality that engaging with figures like the founding fathers hasn't. Blackbeard is from a saga. George Washington is from history.

ofmd, specifically, makes clear at every turn that what we are told is a fictional story that has very little to do with any real events. It's openly anachronistic, it has absurd internal logic. Life-threatening injuries are walked off. There's actual magic. Dinghies are treated like spawn points in a video game. Everything, from the costumes to the vernacular to the story beats, tells the audience that none of this is real.

You wouldn't accuse, idk, A Knight's Tale, or Mel Brooks's Men In Tights of whitewashing history. I feel like ofmd plays in a similar league; it's a comedy very vaguely based on history, and it makes sure the audience knows we are not about to be told anything true. If you watch ofmd, you know this isn't about the real, historical Stede Bonnet or Edward Teach.

So. Let's examine the actual story, yes? The story that is told here is anticolonialist, antiracist, and challenges oppressive power structures as much as is possible for a production like this. It addresses these things and condemns them, both explicitly and in its underlying message. (I'm not gonna explain all of this, enough ink has been spilled about it by people smarter than me)

I do not know what Hamilton is about at its core. I know Our Flag Means Death is about authenticity in the face of the whole world telling you there's something wrong with you. It's about resisting dehumanization and reclaiming your personhood. It's about love, in a radical, system-destroying way, about breaking the cycle of abuse, about healing, and finding joy.

Yes, the real historical figures it's based on were all horrible people. Again, if that's a dealbreaker, that's fine. I'm not trying to convince anyone who is deeply uncomfortable with that fact; it's perfectly understandable.

However, for me, personally, the story as a whole is so far removed from reality, and so firm in its message, that I feel this is forgivable.

(Oh, and a lat aside, I also feel like likening ofmd to Hamilton seldom seems to come from a place of genuine criticism. Often it seems to be more along the lines of "Hamilton is cringe, and if I say ofmd=Hamilton ppl will be too embarrassed to defend it" which yk. feels kinda disingenuous to me.)

[yonemurishiroku]

Wait hold on that Luke + Nico time travel fix again but like.

Luke and Nico don’t know that the other is transported back in time. As in: Nico believes he’s the only one who can fix the timeline.

So like.

Luke, who realizes his mistake then chooses to turn against Kronos, confesses to Chiron and Percy bunch. A whole lot of conflicts happen he’s the traitor bla bla but ultimately, they let him in again. Technically, he’s the good guy, right?

But Nico. Nico returns from a timeline that Kronos, and Luke, have destroyed everything he holds dear - counting Bianca, Percy, Hades (assuming Kronos kills every other gods whatsoever). He’s in grieving. He’s full of grudges and vengeance. He definitely has beef with Luke.

And now he’s sent back in time and has the chance to change the future?

You can bet your fortune that he’s gonna try his hardest to freaking eradicate Luke Castellan. The root of the problem. The door through which Kronos beings forth his Army the calamity. Nico would try to cut it down - cut Luke down - right then and there before Kronos can go further.

What does this make him?

An antagonist.

Yay.

And who’s the protagonist? Luke. And Percy. Because that kid has a crush on Luke Bianca dying is the start and Percy dying (in the future) is one of the catalyst for Nico’s extreme want to murder Luke and everything in him (which is Kronos). He is important enough that Nico cannot bypass him and thus acts like a shield for Luke whilst he worms his way through the plot (talking as an author).

I’m literally looking at a Nico vs Luke+Percy Time-Travel AU here fr omfg

[ttr-loviz]

READER x Shinichiro!

Enemies to lovers

Forth piece

TW: some swearing and alcohol mentioned!

Just stupid fluff!!

Chp4.

The next morning, Shinichiro was waiting for her in front of the school. After a few moments later, he saw Y/n walking to school he walked up to her but just walked next to her without saying anything.

Y/n was minding her business, and then it was disturbed by the tall, dark stupid styled haired man walking right next to her, shoulder to shoulder.

Some minutes of walking, the atmosphere was silent and awkward. More than usual, it was odd for Y/n.

After a few minutes of this awkwardness, Y/n had enough of it.

"What the hell do you want now..?" She glared up at his deep black eyes before looking straight ahead.

"......" He didn't respond and just kept glancing at her. "Did something happen? I mean... to your parents or is something going on at home...?" He muttered under his breath. Y/n stops right in her tracks and quickly shot up at him with an annoyed look. "What do you mean?" She asked right after.

"Uhm... you know.. like you never go to school trips before and now your like-" Y/n cuts him off and stares right into his soul."So now I can't go to school trips anymore, huh?" She said angrily. Shinichiro backed up and put his hands inside his pocket, shrugging his shoulder "Well your not the type to go on trips... It's not like you could've anyway because of your parents."

Y/n hissed, "Dont bring up my parents into this shit, dont even mention them." She stricked up, making Shinichiro finch at her sudden tone.

"You dont have the right to say something about my parents after what you told the whole school back then!" Y/n poked at his chest. Shinichiro stumbled back a bit, before hs could say something back, she stomped off, leaving him behind speechless.

During class.

"Hey, Y/n bla..bla...bla....." H/n and Y/n were yapping with each other like every day. Ever since the argument they had that day, he didn't bother her till the school trip.

"Is everyone here? Did anyone didnt come or not? Go check if everyone is here." The teacher told the class president. "Okay!" She left off to take attendance of the students.

Shinichiro was standing their next to his friends. He looked around, trying to find if Y/n actually came or just lied to his face.

Suddenly, he got interpretated by 'pss pss look look' a smug grin on one of the guys while he opened his jacket up and revealed beers inside his pocket, announcing it with proud look. "OH- shit!" One gasped amazed before headlocking him "Thats the way to go, Takeo-" Shinichiro hushed em down as he saw y/n running toward the bus."i guess she was just late..." He muttered in his mouth with a slight smile. "Ew man, wtf is that look on your damn face.. you look even more uglier."

"Oh shut up! Look who's talking." Shinichiro rolled his eyes.

"Have you seen me?!" The short one said annoyed but with a slight grin.

The big tall one. "Put your damn bags down and get your asses moving. The bus is leaving."

Inside the bus.

The 4 bitches where fighting for the spot in the back of bus, Shinichiro was the last to go but the tall lanky one and the short one was holding up the line.

"Im sitting first you damn chain smocker!" one hissed out as they held each other by their shirt collar. "Im the first one, move it short beat!"

Then the tall bulky one stood right beside them "Move it! There are ppl trying to sit too yk?!" He shouted at them, while that was going on Shinichiro was dumb founded behind the tall bulky one "Huh? Whats going on!" Shinichiro tried to see what was the ruckus about.

After all this fuss they finally all sat in the back of the bus all cramped up together. (Because of Benkie duh)

Finally the other students could take their seats before the bus leaves.

'Psshhh...chachcko..!' The sound of a beer bottle can be heard inside the bus.

"Take that shit down before we all get suspended because of you...again." The big one warned the lanky one next to him who was opening the beer he brought.

"Its just one! Dont be such a cunt." The lanky one rolled his eyes before takes one sip. "Hey...! Didnt you see the teacher looking at us, give it!" Big guy reached to grab the bottle of beer from the lanky one.

"Nooo! I just opened it." When the lanky one leaned back his beer accidently spilled on shorty. "Oh-....." Both of em frozed right there ".....U-uhm um.. you alright?" Shinichiro said trying not to laugh at his face.

The short one stood up and wipes his face off with his hand before launching at the lanky one. "Whats with you today huh?! Weren't you satisfied enough are ya?.. well let me help you out!"

Suddenly chaos fell down on the bus.

The bulky one tried to pull away the short one from choking out the lanky guy while Shinichiro sat next to them trying to reason them to calm down.

"HEY! YOU PUNKS STOP ALL THAT RUCKUS DOWN OR I WILL TURN THIS BUS AROUND!" the teacher shouted at them.

"EVERYONE SPLIT UP AND SIT." She warned. Teacher tells them their new seats "and Shinichiro go switch with H/n during this ride."

"But miss!-..." He sighed, annoyed before switching with H/n and sitting down next to Y/n.

Shinichiro groaned and flopped down on the seat next to Y/n before turning to her "Sup" he nodded.

Tbc.....

(Forgor to upload :P Sorry!)

From: J&Y

Tags: @nixalozt

[jewishbarbies]

Didn't watch Scammies, but I saw that vid of Swift getting AOTY, since there is so much buzz about it and it is soooo bizzare. As usual fake shocked reaction she always does since she was teenager, dragging Lana on stage, when she clearly looks like she doesn't want to go there, running back and forth on that stage hugging and acknowledging everyone, but Celine Dion, who stands there waiting with an award looking like 😐, finally going to Celine, but not even making eye contact with her, instead looking at someone else, while basically snatching the award from Celine's hands.

??? Honestly, what the fuck???

Celine has been fighting for her life with stiff-person syndrom she has, this was her first appearance in years and Swift can't even look her in the eye, when literally getting an award from her? But somehow Swift can hype Celine up, when she was walking on stage, because thanks to that she can steal few seconds of Celine's spotlight. And then as damage control, she snatches Celine for some photos backstage, where not only she's being disrespectful again with how she's basically hanging on Celine, as if she's one of her squad's girlfriends, and not a well respected senior in this business, but is also shockingly careless like that with person, who literally suffers from painful muscle disorder.

And Swifties already out there fighting and making up excuses for her saying both that "Oh she couldn't hug Celine on the stage, because of her SPS" and in the same breath "Oh but there is no beef, because they hugged backstage" - so which one is it?! She could or couldn't hug her?! Puls no one, who criticizes Swift over this, says she had to hug Celine, just look at her and be respectful. It doesn't matter who gives you a award, be it Celine Dion or janitor, you acknowledge that person and say "thank you"s to them. "Oh but she was so shocked, she didn't know, she didn't notice, stop overreacting, no matter what she does people are gonna be mean to her bla bla bla" She's not a teen getting her first prize ever, but a seasoned professional with plenty of awards with massive PR team, who knows how to act on stage, stop excusing her over obvious fuckups she does, this is not truely loving someone and wanting them to grow and improve, this is full on cult mentality. Absolutely disgusting.

I don't know if she actually has some beef with Celine, since she holds grudges for decades over anything, or if it's some drunk behaviour, but it doesn't matter, she messed up and it is fair she's being criticized for it.

[leavingsunsets]

Hi hi! If you're still taking requests, then I'd like to request a drabble, fic, or thoughts and whatnot for a Senku x male S/O scenario in which the Science Crew asks if Senku is dating anybody, and while they expect him to say no and that it's "a waste of time", he shares that he actually is in a relationship with someone who's still out there and petrified! Though, while they're all like "who's the unlucky lady?", he explains that S/O is actually a boy! Alternatively, he could not say anything until they all meet S/O and see that they're a boy! Please and thank you!

ur such a politey omg. lovely idea, and this takes place in the ship! RYUSUI'S SHIP OUT AT SEA RAAAAAAAHHHH. ghhhh i RLLY WANT YALL 2 SEE MY ENVISIONMENT OF THIS. THE VEHEMENT CHAOS TO ENSUE

"OᑌT Oᖴ EᐯEᖇYOᑎE?"

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴡ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

I feel like it would be during some sort of lax convo maybe in the evening. Like, just letting loose, having fun and talking. People getting to know each other, yada yada yada.

Then, somehow, it turns to the topic of dating.

Everyone's sat around one way or another, Gen by the side, Chrome standing front, Kohaku leaning against the chair Ukyo sits on. Ryusui, of course, in the center of it. Senku's just off to the side picking his ears.

Ryusui kicks it off when Gen recalls about him going on about how he loves all women, bla bla bla.

Gen goes "You must've dated a lot of women to say that then, Ryusui. Though, I'm not surprised..." Like, this guy's an heir to a billion dollar (or yen. or whatvr currency) conglomerate, skilled, and the muscles.

"Even though I hadn't, I'd still say so! Women are beautiful creatures, every one of them. Men, too!" and ugh go bi king go. "Right Ukyo?"

"What's this have to do with me?" Ukyo smiles nervously.

"Awe, cmon, I'm sure you've had at least some experience being as charming as yourself!" ryusui would egg him on, grinning brightly. "You strike me as a popular ladies' guy!"

and i headcanon that ukyo probably did have a lot of admirers back then. oh my gosh like look at him??

Senku yawns. Gen seems to notice him.

Kohaku also like mulls this over. "I also did have a partner once, though it was brief." Chrome gapes. "What?! So even the gorilla was able to date before me?!"

that earns him two hits to the head.

then gen would start teasing chrome like "But hey, atleast youre not the only one in the single for life zone with senku here!"

and senku goes like "huh."

"You're right!" chrome would pose, probably. "Must be because we're scientists! you know how we are, we're too busy being smart to actually-"

"I'm not single."

PAUSE.

almost everyone has like 'HUH' DOUBLE TAKE DOUBLE TAKE REWIND. (kohaku and ukyo probably just goin 'wow. thats actually interesting.')

"WHAT???"

Flabbergasted. ABSOLUTELY. FOR A FEW SECONDS EVERYONE THINKS HES DECIDED TO BE FUNNY. this guy?? THIS GUY?

First to react is ryusui going "AH HA! SO EVEN SENKU CANNOT RESIST THE BEAUTY OF WOMEN!" throwing his arm round his shoulder patting his back like fellow congrats bro

and people start demanding like who is this chick?? WHO SAW HIM AND WENT 'oh yah this is the one. yah.'

and senku raises a brow and goes "its a dude."

"😧😧😧😧😧😧😧"

Ryusui just goes "okay, well who's the lucky gentleman?!"

LIKE EVERYONE HAS A VARIED REACTION FROM UNBOTHERED (kohaku. she probably started picking her ears or something. ukyo takes this time to enjoy the fruitcake and help himself to the food) TO CHROME GOING "🏳️‍🌈😧🏳️‍🌈🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵?????" gen would just go "HOW LONG?? SINCE WHEN???"

Senku just groans and covers his ears are something something goin 'wth whyr u so loud ugh'

"I SAID WHEN????" Gen starts shaking him back and forth. leek hair man goes "uugggggg since middle school? idk i met him after taiju"

"WHAT THE HELL???" cue more shaking that senku feels like his brains vibrating. "YOU BASTARD WHY DIDNT U EVER TELL US THIS?? AND AFTER ALL THAT DRAMA???"

"you didn't ask??? also let go of me!"

head in hands absolutely floored like huh???

even senku goes like 'you couldve actually found that out by just asking taiju himself, or yuzuriha. its not even a secret dude.'

then thus comes the most important question, who is senku's infamous lover??? how is he?? WHERE IS HE?

"im not answering that first question. most likely still petrified. he were out on travel somewhere in the country when it happened."

and they have to go 'oh ok' and simmer in the fact and continue on with their lives as if nothing happened. like a nuke didnt just drop on them.

and senku was damn right because when each of them try to ask taiju on deck the next day he just outright goes "oh yeah senku's got a boyfriend. i'm great buds with him too! how did you know that? :D" cue another round of "HUH" from the other crewmembers on ship

[cielie-voss]

A will to live.

~Gareth x Henderson!Reader

Summary: the world's been crashing down on y/n Henderson again. Her brother was desperately looking for help from one of his sister's best friend, Gareth.

Warning: depression, self doubt, bad jokes, cringe pet names.

If you want to be tagged in coming fanfics or if you want to request something, feel free to send me a dm or an ask. 🥰 Likes, comments and especially reblogs are always welcome. 🤗

Song mentioned is Metal Health (bang your head) by Quiet Riot. Absolutely recommend listening to that song.

Masterlist

Once again the world seemed to weigh me down. Sunken in a swamp, surrounded by negative thoughts, self doubt and hopelessness. My body felt empty, numb, but my head was buzzing with racing thoughts. So many and so fast, even if I tried to catch them, they slipped out of my hands like smoke and vanished.

I pushed the door open and as soon as it closed behind me with a click, a sigh left my body from deep down. My tensed shoulders relaxed and slumped down, my back pack glided to the ground. Plomp.

Lazy I kicked my shoes into the corner and threw my jacket on the hanger. Luckily it stuck to one of the hooks. Otherwise I could've prepared myself to be awfully bawled out by my mum.

"Hey, Y/N! You're pretty late! You hungry?" My brother's voice echoed from the kitchen but barely reached my ears as I instantly put on my headphones I dug out my bag.

"Okay?!" He mouthed as he watched me prowl into my room. With furrowed brows he followed me.

Mother says that I never never mind her, Got no brains I'm insane, Teacher says that I′m one big pain, Kevin's voice fought forcefully against the buzzing voices in my mind, overstimulated my brain, encapsulated myself from the world around me.

The door slammed shut behind me and before I could notice, my body plumped down on my bed and buried itself in the blankets and pillows.

"Dude, what happened at school?" Dustin hissed through the phone.

"I don't know, man. Only thing I know is, she and Eddie fought over some shit and Eddie left. Something about next Saturday." Gareth ran his hands through his stubborn hair, pacing back and forth after Dustin told him about his best friends not so well-being.

"Next Saturday?" Dustin repeated.

"Yeah, next Saturday. Why?"

Dustin rubbed his face, leaned back and peeked his head through the doorway, making sure my door was closed.

"Yeah, our mom's birthday." Dustin sighed. "Mom is kinda … putting her under pressure and mocking her because she is still single. No boy would like her and bla bla, you know? Y/N said she had a date for moms birthday. I suspected she was trying to prove herself to mom. Never thought she was going to ask Eddie. That would've scared the shit outta Mom, kinda revenge for the way Mom treated her."

"And Eddie didn't want to go.", Gareth added. "And with that he somewhat confirmed her concerns and self doubt."

"Does she even want me to come?" Gareth broke the silence.

"Y/N?" Dustin's voice shrilled through the hallway.

"No." I screeched back.

"Do you want Gareth to come over?"

"No!"

"Okay!" He turned back to the phone and whispered "God, please come over."

"Alright, I'll be there in a few minutes. Just gotta do the groceries first. Does she need anything?"

Carefully Dustin opened my door and stepped inside.

"He needs to go grocery shopping first, do you need something?" Dustin repeated Gareth’s question.

"A will to live.", I groaned before turning back into my fort of pillows, blankets and plushies.

"Okay, got it.", he said to Dustin through the phone and hung up. Dustin knelt down next to my bed, a worried expression on his face. "He'll be here in no time, promise.", he said and gently ruffled my hair before he left my room.

To silence the thoughts in my head and distract my busy mind I turned on the TV. With the sound of a random game show in the background, I crawled out of bed and started to do anything. Sorting my socks, carrying my stack of books from one place to another, cutting dried leaves from my plants, carrying the stack of books again across my room only to realize some moments later that they’re in my way again. Completely powerless I let my arms drop in defeat, realizing I’m in a never ending circle. A sigh escaped my lips and I simply sat down on my floor, overwhelmed by everything around me.

Without me noticing it, the doorbell rang and Dustin let Gareth in.

“Thank god.”, Dusting said, relieved to see his friend.

“Is she in her room?” My brother nodded and stepped aside to let Gareth past him.

As Gareth stepped into my room, he found me crouched down on the floor, the game show still playing in the background.

“Hey, Y/N/N.”, he sat down next to me, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Sadly they ran out of fresh will to live this morning, but I got something similar for you.”

His joke, even if unintended, brought a soft smile on my lips. He leaned to his side, digging in his bag. With curiosity glimmering in my wide eyes, I leaned forward, trying to see what he got there. But as I leaned forward he tried to cover his bag with his body, as if he didn’t want me to see what’s in there. I pressed my back against my bed again in defeat, waiting for him to show me what he got.

“Okay, so here we have some chocolate.” He placed the stack of different kinds of chocolate in front of me. Chocolate bars with nuts, with caramel, dried fruits, dark chocolate, with cookies. “And if that’s not the right will to live, I got some crackers too.” The pile of chocolate was upgraded by some packs of crackers. “And if that isn’t enough, I’ve got ice cream and sodas too. And some warheads.” He placed the rest on the mountain of wills to live and looked at me. “Wanna start with the ice cream?”

Baffled by the amount of sweets he got, it took me a second to nod.

“Yeah. Sure, ice cream is great.”, I stammered. “Let me get us some spoons.” As I got up to get the spoons, he got up too and arranged my pillows and blankets so that we could comfortably sit on my bed.

With two spoons in hand i got back to my room, Gareth already found his place on my bed, the pile of snacks and sodas carefully sorted in front of him.

“You want cookie dough or cherry garcia?” As I plumped down next to him, I grabbed the cherry garcia one and handed him his spoon. For some minutes we just sat there, eating our ice cream and looking at the TV from time to time when the music indicated something exciting would happen. I was halfway through my cup of ice as he carefully asked “You wanna talk?”

For a second I froze, sorting my mind, deciding where to start. “I don’t know.”, I declared hesitantly.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can simply sit here right next to you, you know?”

I let out a sigh, rubbed my feet nervously against each other like a cricket. “Lately it’s been simply too much for me.”

“What?”, he wanted to know, cocked his head and looked at me.

“I don’t know. Everything.”, I shrugged and looked at him. “Simply everything is too much. Waking up. Going to school. Talk to people. Hear them talking bullshit about me. About you and Eddie and Jeff and … I can’t stand this anymore. I don’t know. I’m just so overwhelmed by everything right now. I feel like no one likes me. Neither my friends, nor my family. You know what? Mom always tells me after I get something else but an A+ 'I guess your brother got all the good brain cells'. Like what mother says that? I’m scared of the future. Where will I end up? I don’t even know what I wanna do after school! Mom wants me to go study somewhere. But what if I don’t want to study? What if I just want to get a simple job? But what kind of job would I wanna do? I don’t know.” The more I let my thoughts out unfiltered, the more my eyes filled with tears. I sniffed as I continued.

“I know so much, but why do I don’t know what I want? I don’t even really know who I am anymore! And I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me but everything just doesn’t feel right and I have no idea how to change that!” I ran my fingers through my hair and wiped away the few tears that rolled down my cheek.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry.”

“Please don’t ever apologize for crying again, okay?” Gently he grabbed my chin and turned my face towards him. “And there is nothing, absolutely nothing wrong with you, not even close. It’s okay that you don’t know yet what you wanna do. There is so much time to figure it out, you know? You are a teenager, how are you supposed to know how you wanna spend the rest of your life?” He looked at me with his big round eyes, boring into my soul.

“Come here.” Gareth took my cup of ice cream and set it aside with his. Like a warm and soft blanket, he wrapped his arms around me, held me tight and gently stroked my hair. I melted into this embrace, my head pressed against his chest, my fingers clasped around the woolen fabric of his flannel. The steady pounding of his heart had a soothing impact on me. It’s hard to explain, but I kind of felt safe.

“You just have to test out what you think you would like to do, you know? And if you don’t like it, try something else until you find something you like.”

“You’re right. And I absolutely hate to admit that.”, I groaned, as I buried my face in his chest.

“I know.”, he laughed and gently squeezed me tighter.

"And we do like you. Very much to be honest. Sometimes even more than your little, idiot brother."

"Liar." I grumbled and buried my face deeper into his chest, inhaling his scent, feeling his heartbeat.

"I would be lying if I told you I don't like you the most out of all of us." His giggles were vibrating through his chest.

It took me a second to comprehend what he just said. But when I understood, a wave of a warm, unknown feeling washed over me. I tried to press my arms against him to push me away from him so I could look at him properly.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Even though I tried to push me away with all my strength, his strong arms held me close to his body, squeezed me against him. "Oh, nothing. And now come here my little snuggle-puggle."

"Snuggle-puggle? Oh my god, now I know you're completely insane!" I laughed out, but hugged him tighter as the new feeling of warmth spread through my whole body, painting a soft smile around my lips.

xxx

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[wewillgotothewindsofwinter]

Look, from time to time I remember how Jon almost strangled LF to death, because he said something drastic like loving Sansa, bla bla, and it never fails to make me smile, right?

But listen... the best part is afterwards, when LF rubs his neck, witnessing the scandalous looks Sansa and Jon are throwing at each other, and you can see the wheels turning in his head, his eyes running back and forth between them (so funny) like wait wait WAit a minute huh, oh! Oh. Ohhhh...ahh.

[therealv1]

Some ultrakill headcanons

Gabriel has a lichtenberg scar from a fight with a fellow angel or heavenly entity that he was not on good terms with. - - Also generally a lot of scars. A fuckton. Metric ton, even. Eleven donuts worth, if we're going American.

Mad levels of anxiety. He struggles with GAD + panic attacks on a regular basis but has been able to maintain it after a while especially with the help of his husbands / start of living with them and working out the past issues.

I really like the idea of Gabriel being deeply into gardening, knowing the meanings of SO many flowers and sketching various things, don't get me wrong (+ he DEF has impostor syndrome) but. But hear me out.

TEA ENTHUSIAST! (I love tea, so I'm def projecting some.) And I love the idea that he just has a stash of tea + books he has found lying around about herbalism, medicinal properties of herbs, etc. Definitely has a mortar and pestle, makes his own spice mixes, has various tea strainers (maybe he'd find or make some cute ones, IDK) and so on

I go back and forth on his appearance, if it is even visible at all, so on. I like the idea that he is half oriented around the whole "biblically accurate angel'' portrayals but also has the head of an animal, specifically slightly lamb-leaning. I have more reasoning that it just being for religious symbolism, but I also won't deny that plays a part in it.

I also based his appearance somewhat off of the black and white art of the gate guardian from the SCP universe / Dr. Clef's Proposal for SCP-001 <3

Gabriel is intersex in my au

(This totally has nothing to do with my love of lichtenberg scars + lightning and storms or anything... /s)

V1 (humanoid ish/prime soul adjacent, I ought to get into detail about the AU but... bla bla, brevity bla bla, I digress) has a deeply uncanny face / appearance on the reg. It can't fully control it but even in the few moments where it has more power over its body it just typically chooses not to. It does get hurt though when people immediately get startled by its appearance but it "got used to it after a while"

Because I'm evil and a massive faggot V1 is in a harem w/ like. 99% of the ULTRAKILL cast. (Ignoring filth, sentry's, maurice', drones, virtues, et cetera/anything similar) - - Like dude kisses Gabriel, Minos, V2, Sisyphus, Ferryman, MDK, etc. ALL GOODNIGHT! And not even with the lights off, either... what a homo!

Learned pottery / how to mess with clay and ceramic type making things from the Ferryman. Violently enthusiastic over the concept of using its hands, very into craftsmanship. Would likely be a carpenter and/or "tinkerer" in life.

Used to reconstruct and deconstruct its body regularly (both for healthy and unhealthy reasons) but had to stop at Minos behest after getting caught one too many times.

Dissociates heavily. Sue me, I love and know the lore, I reread the wiki a disgusting amount but damn it! I love my own fanon.

Very curious about weather patterns

I'll try to think of more HC's for the others, but this is it for now haha + omg I just saw 1:11 on my clock. (I am tired)

one random and final headcanon: I'm really clinical over the idea of transfem minos. I feel like we deserve some transfem rep in ultrakill ngl Like obviously I love my transmasc homies, (I'm.. somewhere in an entirely different area of transgenderism at this point, transmasc no longer fits me, but again, I digress), and maybe I'm not looking in the right places, but I really feel like I do not see a lot of transfem or slightly unspecific fem variations of ULTRAKILL characters. I am ALLL for various depictions and I crave MORE MORE MORE! Perhaps I just need to scour the internet more

[vitzi9]

Merry Christmas !

Ghostface x Gn!reader

Masterlist if you want to read my other things.

TW/CW: reader has a mother, breaking in, brief mention of kys

Merry (late) Christmas to those who celebrates it and even those who don't. Also happy new year, I hope this year will be full of money and health for you all. Also if you have any projects I deeply hope it'll realize.

I have the unpleasant feeling this work is sloppy and that I'm regressing and losing vocabulary. Also Ethan gave me the ick here, I made him a total loser.

I literally wrote so many different things and yet I can't finish any of them, this is pure torture.

05/01/2024 (7 409 words)

You're not one to go all out for Christmas, most of the time, it's just a pretext for family to gather and eat and share some juicy gossip. And you love it ! When they're not pestering you with question about your love life or job or study or just anything boring.

This year, you all gathered at your aunt's house. She's a single mother of one, they live alone in this huge cottage far away from the city you're used to. It's nice living here but it's deeply disabling being obligated to use your car to just buy some bread.

In New York, you either walk or use public transports.

It's still fun to be here on vacations, it changes from your daily life. Your mom is going back and forth between the car and the house to empty the car boot, you on the other side, are stuck with your aunt and cousin. Your aunt is telling you how glad she is to finally see the whole family together, saying how much you've grown and bla bla bla.

"Come help me with your stuff !" your mom calls you from outside.

Not making her repeat herself by fear of regretting it later, you hurry to the alley outside. Your mother is already emptying the car, throwing your bags on the ground and frenetically searching for what you assume are her phone, in your pocket.

Walking to her side, you hand her her phone which owes you a thanks before she pulls you to the car trunk. Sighing, your hand grab the bag you brought with you full with clothes. You're staying here for a week after all ! But you can't even take out the bag entirely from its confine as something lower catch your eyes; the tire. It's all deflated.

"Mom, is it me or our tire's flat ?" you make her know instantly. She turns her head to you and frowns.

"Shit you're right." she double check."That's weird, it wasn't like that when we parked here earlier." A small silence filled with bird's singing and light wind replace her words. "It's just our luck, she sighs. We'll change it the day of our departure, your aunt probably has a spare tire."

Your mom doesn't let you answer as she grabs her bag and leave to the house. You're left alone before the open car boot, thinking about your bad luck. Here, it's a necessity to have a working car ! The nearest grocery store is hours away from here by foot and thirty minutes by car.

Crouching down, you put your hand on the holed tire to examine it. You don't really understand, that's some really bad gash, what the hell ? What did you even drove on ? The hole is as big as the length of two of your index fingers. Surely even driving over a nail wouldn't do that.

Are animals frequent in this area ? Or maybe it was already holed at home but the long road worsen it. Just your luck, from every car in the country, or even just the ones here, your car had to be targeted. The world hates you. You hope you won't often need to use your car.

Grabbing the handle of your bag, you slam the trunk door of the vehicle and head to your room. Damn, you kind of missed this place to be honest. You have pretty good memories from here !

The house is quite separated from the other, forest being the only thing present here. You remember climbing up trees, playing in the snow or watching TV before the chimney. And this exact room in which you're staying for the week already hosted you, with its heavy blankets that more often than not itches but are too warm to let go.

You know this place all too well.

What changed ? Life was so cool before, so simple. You did not have to go to a school you don't even like, you never even had to think about later. Your later was asking yourself what would be your next snack. And yet, here you are today, thrown in adult world. And you're deeply lost, everything is so slow and fast at the same time.

You fear you might lose your friends by changing University, you fear to start everything over again, you fear to stay forever stuck in a job you don't like. This room offers you a moment of peace, a portal from your childhood reminding you how everything was easier before.

Shame hits you because you know you'll have to come down to greet everyone when you have nothing to talk about. You're not excellent at school, nor bad, just in the fair middle. You don't have any partner, but you have a few friends. Your life's just boring and you don't want to tell it to everyone. Each one of your cousin always find something to be proud of, you don't have much, nothing to brag about.

To light up the mood, you turn on your phone to send a message to one of your friends; she seems busy as she's not answering. Same for the few others friends you have, some you're not even that close to, only friends at school.

Delight cross you in seeing someone writing you, only for the name to disappear immediately before you're able to see it. Man, you could have finally erased the boredom.

After some time mourning in your corner, your mom yelled at you from the living room to get down to greet the family. Sighing, you turn off your phone and rise up from your bed.

A faint music was heard in the background already, small snacks could be seen scattered a little everywhere on every surface and your aunts, cousins and uncles were greeting each others warmly.

Your mom tells you to come beside her by a sign of the hand, going down each stairs slowly, taking your time, you think about your bed which you already miss.

Greeting every person on the way, smiling, taking news from the family you dare ask yourself what have you done to deserve such a big household. By the time you reach your mom, she grabs your arms and put you right before one of your aunt, the conversation quickly drift to you.

"So ? What do you do now ? How's your new school ? Did you make any friends ? your aunt asks.

You reminded her that you were now in University and not in middle school in a teasing tone, to what she gasped before asking you your age and proceeding to moan about how time flies.

-Last time I saw you you were still so small !

-Show them the picture you have with your friends." your mom almost order you. By her tone and eagerness, you couldn't tell if it was pride of what her child has became, or fear of judgement from the others. As if they were going to shame her for having a kid who did nothing with their life, scared of them thinking you were a loser.

You take out your phone, scroll in your gallery to find the group photo of you and your friends. Your smiles are fake and awkward because the teacher is the one taking the picture. A few months ago, all of you handed a quite big model of the building for a homework, you honestly chose the University's building by lack of better idea. But your teacher was delighted, to everyone's surprise.

He insisted on taking a picture of you all with it to mark this moment forever, congratulating you and complimenting your skills and everything. Did you deserve all this ? No. Did you complaint ? Neither.

Your aunt seems to light up at the mere idea of you having friends, and showing her. It probably makes her feel part of your life. One by one, you present her your friends. Throwing a few anecdotes here and here. She tells you who she thinks is the meanest, the kindest, the prettiest.

Finally, everyone was presented. Smiling lightly, she tells you that she's proud you're working that hard and you turn off the phone. You wanted to leave and grab something to drink when your aunt seize your arm with a frown.

-Where do you think you're going ?

Damn, what is it this time ?

-I don't think I met everyone. Come back here.

The woman practically forces you to turn on your phone once more to show her the picture. You don't outright understand what's the matter as everyone was already introduced, it's when she uses her pointer to show you someone that it clicks.

-And who are those men ? And this girl ? What are you hiding ?

-This photo was taken a while back now, my friends and I don't really talk much to them anymore.

Her eyes glint with a funny mischievous light when problems are mentioned. She slaps kindly your arms, pushing you to tell her everything. You laugh.

-The one with the sleeveless shirt is Chad, the girl next to him is Mindy, they're siblings. The guy all to the left and next to me is Ethan.

-What happened ? They all seem nice !

Well, they are in a way. It's just stupid disputes that destroyed everything. Chad tried flirting with one of your friends, it did not lead to anything as he suddenly went with a certain Tara. When he was faced with the problems he created himself, he said that flirting wasn't equal to a relationship, that he owed you guys nothing.

Your friend was hurt, Mindy wanted to comfort her but, well, she's good friend with Tara and she's Chad's sister so it was complicated. You still talk occasionally with Mindy by the way, she was really nice and never did anything against you. It's just awkward now. But it's not her fault.

So yeah, you stopped hanging out together.

Your aunt was nodding throughout your story, listening carefully, sometimes throwing in some anecdotes of her, sometimes giving her opinion on the matter.

-And the other one ? she asks and for a moment you're confused who she's talking about until she points her interest on your phone.

Right, Landry. You completely forgot about him. He's on the picture since he was working with you as well but to be honest, you're not really close.

He's the only one who stayed with you despite the whole flirting argument. According to him, he likes both groups and is close to both side and it's okay, he's not the one who cheated on someone. But, yeah, it's strange.

No, scratch that, not it, he's strange.

He's in love with one of your friend. Well, you think he is anyway. They're often talking, on the phone and outside. He's always taking part in your group hangouts, buying foods, cinema ticket to whoever forgot money. You could've liked him if he talked to you, because he never.

Every time, and it's not even exaggerated, literally every time, you are all together, Ethan does not glance your way. Even for a second, you could talk to him and he'd answer with short words in a curt tone without looking at you to your face !

And you asked everyone, you're the only one with whom he acts this way.

While he's all lovey dovey with your closest friend. Closest not because you rate your group of friend, that'd be mean, but because you've known her for the longest time. He's following her, she's always the one to bring him to your parties and he'd mostly talk to her. Damn, you're a group, if he doesn't like you what the hell is he still doing here ?

Plus, your friend always talk your ear off about him, how he's so sweet, cute, smart and whatever. Sometimes you feel like she's trying to sell him to you the same way blender or vacuum cleaner are sold on TV.

Anyway, Ethan's weird and he's not your friend.

You simply told your aunt he was the boyfriend of one of your friend, that is partially false as he probably has a huge crush on her, to which she smiled and finally let you go.

You like your family, but you don't feel like telling this all over again to everyone here.

You spent the whole evening chatting with the kids and taking news out of the oldest. Them, on the other hand, kept asking you about a potential partner, school, grades and future. It was tiring but in the middle of it all were laughs, tears and anecdotes you would never forget.

The night has long arrived when everyone start talking about a children Christmas's show happening in town. From what you understood, there would be giant muppet. Some were reluctant because of the driving time and the sun setting but the kids were now overexcited at the idea of seeing muppet dancing.

Honestly, you didn't want to go but they've decided to go out all together now, you didn't have much say in it. Even if you hoped you wouldn't leave the house for tonight.

You weren't feeling it, already tired from the trip and the day. You lied about having a bad headache to stay in. You could rest and enjoy that big house all to yourself that way.

It was hard to survive the strongly disapproving stare of your mother and her dark look but you made it ! You still don't know how, usually, your mom is quite severe on the whole family reunion and she wants you to be there all the time, something about you being disrespectful.

She tells you not to get used to it but while leaving, you hear the others tell her that since your car can't drive because of its tire, there wouldn't have any seat left for you anyway. To what some answer that there'll always be a place for everyone (but you chose to ignore that). Just your luck ! Maybe the world doesn't hate you. This flat tire reveals itself to be a gift.

Slowly but surely, the house empty itself. Each member of the family zip their warm jacket to the very top, preventing the smallest wind to pass through. Your aunt, the owner of the house, comes talk to you with a smile.

"You're not gonna try and sneak your lover in, do you ?

You laugh nervously, still not used to this kind of attention. No, auntie, don't you worry. It's not like you have someone in your life. You assure her that no, you won't sneak anyone in here. Plus, it's kind of gross to do dirty things in the family house but you did not tell her that.

She kisses your cheek, zip her jacket as well and leave the house. Standing before the window, you wave at everyone entering the multiple cars. A few minutes later, the vehicles are gone, only the tire's marks on the frosted dirt are left. You sigh, listening to the quiet wind outside the house, feeling safer than ever.

Finally, peace.

No children running, no parents yelling, no messy conversation screamed; just silence. You can breath and hear yourself think. Without the agitation of everyone, you truly feel the cool atmosphere of the house for the first time.

Should you light the chimney ? Not now, it's not that cold yet. You have time. You smile thinking about it. Yes, you have time ! In fact, you have the whole rest of the evening just for you ! Beaming, you run to your room to change in comfortable pajamas.

Your aunt probably has food in her kitchen but even though she's family, you're uncomfortable at the idea of taking stuff from her without asking. So you grabbed your own snacks. It's weird considering she always offer you to eat all you want.

When in underwear, you think that a good bath would actually be better than just changing into other clothes. And that's what you did, you turned on the water, put your music as loud as you could and slide in the bathtub, enjoying the warm water in these freezing days.

A good hour has gone since everyone had left, silence filled your ears. You were fully ready to sleep in your bed and rest. Well, that was your plan anyway until something crashed into the house startling you like never.

You curse, trying to ease your speeding heart. What the hell ? The sound came from above and then it was just next to you. Did something fall from the roof ? The sound crossed the house !

Of course, with a sound so precise, you immediately thought of the chimney. Did something just fall from it ? Like a tile or something bigger ? A brick, or more ?

Well, you're a little too old to believe in Santa Claus by now, but uh, you're not dreaming, right ? Okay, it's late, you're alone, it's creepy but that sound was probably from animals outside or decoration falling ? Plus, that house's old, it creaks sometimes. It's nothing, right ? Okay, it's clearly not creaking sounds but still.

You wait as still as a statue, contemplating your options. It's nothing, probably, as no sound can be heard anymore. So yeah, a brick that is.

Why does this kind of shit has to happen to you when you're alone ? Your whole family was literally here one hour ago ! You wouldn't be so paranoid if they were still with you !

Slowly but surely, taking your sweet time to get down each steps, you feel your phone vibrating in your hand in the process but aren't interested enough to look at it, eyes boring hole around you.

But when you set foot in the main room, you're terrified to discover ashes scattered on the ground from the chimney and further away in the room, reaching the kitchen, like something had spread them, leaving some kind of footprints. It wasn't human foot shape, fortunately, but it wasn't any animal's paw shape either.

What the fuck ?

Something entered ? What the hell ? How did it even went in the chimney in the first place ? Okay, you're creeped out now. Only, there's no sound in the house. It does not help you feel better, you have no idea if an animal's here with you, and if it's an animal, what kind ? It has to be heavy to do such a sound when falling and trailing that much ashes, on the other hand, it is able to climb a roof, apparently. You dearly hope it's not a bear, well, it's hard for a bear to enter by a chimney but, you know.

Quietly, you get out of the house without even bothering to take a jacket with you. There is absolutely no way you are staying in this haunted ass house. Alone in the snow outside, your eyes are fixated to the windows to search any kind of suspect movements, there's none.

You are absolutely freezing when you take out your phone to dial your aunt number. You need to ask her if there's any weird animals lurking in the area.

But of course, now that you're outside, there's no internet. Okay, you have to go back inside. It's okay, it's probably a bear, yeah, a baby bear. All cute and soft.

But the more you think about it, less you're convinced it's an animal.

Because how the fuck would it be able to go on the roof ! You saw videos on internet showing bears opening doors, it's quite impressive actually, but rooftop ? No, if one of them wanted to enter, they would have passed by the garage or one of the numerous doors of the house, not the damn chimney.

Is Santa Claus going to kill you ? That's the worst death ever.

Freezing your ass off outside, you decide to stay on the terrace right before the front door to get internet without needing to enter. But of course it doesn't work, it's like the lines are cut. Plus, you were scared whatever was inside would be able to punch through the window to grab you, but it's the numerous horror movie you saw talking.

You honestly have no idea what's safer; staying outside in the cold or staying inside with the intruder.

If the phone don't work, you at least need to join your family in town. You don't remember correctly where is it but there's literally one single straight road so you can definitely manage. Looking over your shoulder, your eyes lay on the broken car in the alley.

Yes, one of the tire is flat but it still is able to drive, right ? You don't have any choice anyway. The closest city is something like thirty minutes in car away, so at foot ? Probably one hour. And without jacket in such an angry wind ? No, certainly not. You just need to get the key and you get out, simple.

They key, which is inside.

Okay, okay, you can do this. The key is directly to the left of the entrance, it's easy. You breath, hyping yourself up before you push the door open. It's creaking, your heart beats faster, but there is no sign of anyone having heard you. It could have tricked you into believing you imagined everything but the heavy ashes footstep are very well present.

Keeping your eyes on the house, trying to hold the perimeters safe and assuring nothing would come towards you, you throw your hand on the furniture supposed to held the key without looking at it. The door is still open wide behind you and you'd rather die than to close it even if it meant you were risking to catch a really bad cold for the rest of the holidays.

Only, after a few minutes, indicated by the stinging of your eyes after not blinking for so long, your hand remains empty. A quick glance to the furniture's way confirms you the worst: the keys are missing.

Of course, nothing's easy. Your mom probably took them to her room, to your despair. On the other hand, there's still no sound in the house, except for the strong wind coming from the open door behind you, which makes you cringe. If someone's here, the noise is definitely going to attract them to you. Though, you still don't want to close it.

What if it's a burglar ? What if they are burglars ? You pray it's not a group, hell, you hope no one's here ! But if you have to choose between being mugged by one or multiple people, the choice is already done.

Backing slowly, you start feeling watched and fear whatever's inside might come get you by behind thanks to the back door. You have to hurry, you go upstairs, you take the keys and you bolt outside. Yeah, it's easy, it's an easy plan.

Do you run ? It'll be quicker but you might be heard. Shit shit, what are you supposed to do ? You can't even pinpoint in which room, which area of the house the intruder is ! With your luck, you'll stumble on them in the hallway or even your bedroom.

You won't run, you're too terrified to do any sound. Removing your shoes, you put them between the wall and the door in order to block it if it ever comes to close while you weren't there. There's multiple carpet, your socks won't do too much sound and if you're too scared to put the shoes back when leaving you can still drive in socks, dangerous but you'll deal with that later.

One step at a time, you approach the creaking stairs, ears ready to isolate the slightest sound that could signify a presence near or far from you.

You would have much rather not use these stairs but they're the only way upstairs, even if they're noisy.

The first step is silent, just like the second and third, however, your weight on the next ones cause them to cry, making you wince and stop in your track. In total, this staircase is composed of fifteen steps. You know it, you've counted everything at least once here.

Fuck it, you already made too much noises. Whoever's here know damn well your position. Taking a big breath, you suddenly sprint every stairs, each one creaking in the process, not talking about the sound of your feet heavily hitting the wood. Stopping wasn't an option anymore, not being deterred, your legs finally bring you to your room where you lock yourself in, shutting the door with every locks available.

You sigh, falling to the ground and grabbing your shirt where your heart is. Your head is buzzing, your ears are ringing and your body screaming for help, everything is too hot for you, you can't think but you know it's not the end, you can't rest now.

So you get up and head as quietly as possible to the different furniture of the room. In your head, your pray that the intruder can't tell in which room you went. It's not long before you find the keys, your mum placed them beside your bag. And now ? It was a real trial having to come up here, and now you have to confront it all over again to go down ?

Okay, you're not mentally ready yet, you at least need to protect your back. You grab your phone, now having internet, and lowering the light as much as you can, you go to your socials to text someone.

You can't call the cops by yourself, it could mean talking and you can't allow that right now. However, your different social media won't even load. You're pretty sure a number for deaf people exist, but can't recall what is it. You try to type it on internet, but the page doesn't load as well. Of course, you don't have 4G since you're the one paying your subscription, that thing's expensive. Now, though, you really hate yourself.

To get out of this, you spam your friends phone in order for them to answer to make them call the police for you, the few of them that gave your their phone number at least. While doing so, you notice that Ethan Landry sent you a message a few minutes ago but deleted it. Weird, but he is so no surprise.

You don't stop spamming everyone, friends or family, it doesn't matter. But of course, your mum and the other are busy feasting staring at the show in town.

When you finally get an answer five minutes later (the longest minutes of your entire life), you feel relief flood your body, only for it to disappear when the name displayed was not the one of your friend, but of someone completely different.

Ethan Landry. Again. You retain a snort. Of course, him of all people. He doesn't have any damn social life, it's obvious he'd answer. He's typing, you wait impatiently for his message to be sent, it takes a few others seconds.

"Hey ^^" your screen displays. You want to explode your head on the nearest wall. Who's using those emojis ? "You're spending nice holidays ?" he adds.

What it that opening ? And why him ? Now ? He is not your friend, and isn't he busy ? Working too much for his class to stay the best of the best ? You don't want to talk to him. You're pensive, do you really have a choice in this situation ?

"I see you saw my message but haven't answered, are you ignoring me ?" And as if to light the mood of his already quite pitiful message, he sends you a small "lol".

No wonder he's still a virgin.

He's still online and you can't call anyone, if you talk, they're going to hear you. You don't like him but if he's the only one responding right now, you won't miss this chance. Just as you came to this conclusion, a noise of something falling echo through the house. You almost died on the spot, your heart not designed for this type of scare. Slowly, you hide under the bed, the huge blanket falling from both side of it protecting you from outsider's sight.

"Call copsfor me send them to m yaddress I beg you." you sent him, with a few mistakes as you're shaking, rushed and not watching the screen as you type. When sending him your address though, you watched cautiously the screen, feared he might send the cops somewhere else. To briefly explain him the situation, you sent him one simple word; intruder.

"Oh shit." he says and you never hated him more than right now. Why was this stupid idiot still typing when he should be calling the police ! Doesn't he understand the problem ? You really can't count on him.

He's stupid, you think. You have the keys now, that's all that matter. All is left to do is for you to bolt down to the car and leave. Steadying your breathing, you slide from under the bed, holding tightly the keys in your closed hand. You stand, walking towards the door; no sounds.

With a shaky hand, you grab the handle and open the door. Not getting out instantly, you're careful to check every corner of the hallway before leaving. You know how it is in horror movie, the protagonist often dies right before they can escape. You are not risking it. Your device is vibrating in your pocket, it's probably him again.

Reaching the main stairs, you put your foot in the air, ready to place it on the first step when your breath get stuck in your throat by the vision in front of you.

The main door is closed.

A cold chill run down your spine, raising up each one of your body hair. Why is it closed ? You specifically put your shoes between the door and the wall, preventing it from closing. And in the worst case, if the wind or the force of the heavy door still close, it would slam and alert you. But it didn't. How it is closed ?

You look around the room, not daring move anymore until you finally understand what happened. You're able to see both of your shoes, delicately placed side by side outside, on the freezing terrace. Someone moved them. Someone fucking took your shoes and deliberately put them outside, right in front of the window for you to see. If that's not provocation you have no idea what that is.

Either way, you are not trying to open it. Something is telling you it's completely locked. The wind is growing up by seconds, snowflakes flying everywhere. Fuck, it wasn't snowing earlier, you need to get out of here before you're completely stuck inside. That was your plan before you heard the back door downstairs shut and the dangling of keys, anyways.

Not waiting anymore, you get back to the safety of your room.

You can't calm yourself, you heard keys ! The intruder has keys and is locking you two together ! Shit, shit shit what do you do ? You have to get out of here, quickly before it's too late. If you end up completely locked up, all would be left to do for the intruder is to simply visit the different room until you're dead.

Think, think, how can you escape ? Your eyes end up on the window which you rush to. Opening it, the freezing air outside penetrate the room, slapping you in the face with it's now pouring snow.

You're something like 10 meters/32 inches up from the ground. It does not sound like a good idea to jump from here but do you really have a choice here ? Maybe you can wait a little until the snow reach a good height, so falling in it won't hurt.

No, the negative temperature and extreme weather would cause you to die of hypothermia. You close the window, still keeping the idea somewhere in the corner of your mind. You won't jump now, but if things get too complicated, you are not hesitating.

Maybe you can keep it a tad open, just in case. So you don't have to struggle to open it. You regret not having tried to open the main door earlier, sure the shoes were put away but maybe it wasn't really locked. You thought so but your fear were really what was driving your mind at the moment, you have to try.

There is this old broken glass clock on the wall, you could use it as a weapon. If the intruder comes at you, you explode the glass on their head. You cheer yourself up, stretching your limbs. You can still run if you can't fight.

You can do this, you can do this.

You still didn't encounter anyone after all, maybe you're fine. Standing up, a new found determination filling you, you head to the door. You try to think of a better plan but options are not running to you. It's not like you have a better choice.

You lay your hand on the handle, ready to fight your fears but you stop in your track when light musical notes start invading the silence of the house. You're confused, frowning your brows, you try to think of any reason for it to happen.

There's music coming from downstairs and that's when you know you're done for. Someone's here and is definitely toying with you. By music, it's not even a scary song with lyrics to help you understand what's going to happen to you, or a creepy music deepening the tense atmosphere, oh no. It's Michael Bublé singing his dumb 'It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas'.

Great, perfect, a festive music for a festive death, right ? Are you going to get killed on rhythm of it, too ? For a moment, you thought about it being a whole joke from one of your cousin, but it would be too elaborated. The best jokes are the shortest, and this one's endless.

Not having anything better to do, you hide once again under the bed and turn on your phone. Ethan sent you a message earlier but you did not look at it. You frown upon seeing it.

"Can I tell you something ? It's a secret tho. I'm a little ashamed of it."

Does he really fucking think it's the perfect moment for him to confide his secret to you ? "Police" you simply send him, wanting to remind him of the goal of this conversation, hoping he'd understand. After all, he did not even confirmed having called anyone.

But he never answers your reminder and instead send you a photo. It's blurry and at first you don't understand what it is until you recognize the house, your aunt's house. The house you're currently in. It's a picture of you from earlier, when you first went outside after discovering the ashes everywhere. You're outside, before the window, checking your phone while hugging yourself to try and protect you from the cold.

"Where are you ? I want to talk to you." he sends right after.

Your blood runs cold, suddenly the painful and awkward position you're in doesn't bother you much anymore. Ethan Landry, took a picture of you here. Ethan Landry is here, right now. What's happening ?

"We need to talk." he insists.

Is that man the one who entered by the chimney ? Is he the intruder ? You're not typing anything and it must stress him as he adds a stupid "Please answer". How did he even know you were here ? Did he follow you ? How ?

"What do you want" you typed, wanting to know why he was here. You were desperate for answer, you never talked to this guy, he never talked to you ! What does he want now ? Is it linked with your friend ? Did she ditch him ? Maybe she did, and he thinks it's your fault.

But against all odd, it's not at all the answer gives you.

"It's about us."

What ? What 'us' ? What is he talking about ? "Us" as in you and him or "us" as in him and the whole group ? Because either way, you have no idea what he wants. And even if you did, you doubt there's a problem big enough that requires him to fucking break into your house.

"I have a gift for you as well." No, it does not sound good at all. You keep spamming your friends, begging them to answer. You're telling them you're hiding under your bed and that they need to call the police right now or you'll end up dead. At one point, you start to write another message to your friend when you receive a notification from Ethan.

"They won't answer." he says. And for a second, you dare think that he may be connected to your phone. But you quickly push that thought aside, only for it to come back as fast when you're typing "Ethan s insde my hhouse" and "Don't do that" is sent to you before you press send.

He's bluffing, you're sure. You send your message anyway, if you die, at least they'll know. However, to confirm your doubts, you write two question marks in the blank space to check if he's able to see them. To your horror, Ethan sends you two question marks as well.

It's just a coincidence. It has to be anyway because that'd mean Ethan knows where you are. Who are you kidding ? He knew from the very start where you were. He's just tormenting you. Testing yet again, you type "what" in the chat space, and of course Landry sends you "What what ?".

That's it, he has access to your phone. Your body is boiling from the inside, nothing makes sense anymore. How did he hack into your phone ? Why and when ? Since when ? You swipe the notification away from the screen and turn your phone off. Laying it beside you, waiting for another person to answer.

He planned everything, controlling your phone, following you, getting you alone and vulnerable.

It's probably time for you to use the window. You have the keys after all. You'll jump. Get to your car or something. Besides, maybe you won't break your ankle. maybe you'll be able to escape, run in the forest and found a shelter somewhere, wait until the weather is good enough to come back and find your family.

Maybe you'll fall, break something and wake up only to realize that it was all a dream, that you're safe and sound. Ethan did nothing, he is still the weirdo from your class, flirting with your friend and you'll spend a beautiful Christmas with your family.

Your body start to move in order to leave your hiding spot, but each one of your muscle stops dead when slow and steady footsteps are heard in the hallway, and seconds later, the door of the room creaks open. And then you remember with horror that Ethan found the keys, and that locking the door won't protect you.

He knows you're here. You try to recall everything you did that could've hurt him, if one day you insulted him, mocked him but nothing. Why, why is he doing this to you ? Tears fill up your eyes, but you have to dry them. If you have to escape, you need to have hundred percent of your vision. Fleeing with blurry eyes will slow you down.

Ethan doesn't budge. You're too scared to change position and see where he is, but he sounds like he is at the end of the end. You probably could've saw his feet if you tried, but you didn't want to.

Your phone stirs, reporting a new notification. You know who that comes from already. Every muscle in you is tensed, refusing to move. But he waits for you to do so. So you turn it on, checking his message.

He sent you another picture, one which absolutely freeze you from head to toe. It's a photo where only a bed is visible, the exact one serving you as hiding spot. What's horrifying however, is that a large knife is displayed on it, along with a printed photo of you two. You recognize this cursed picture, the one your teacher took of you with the model.

He cut out everyone else, only you two are left. It's the only photo you have of him, and it's probably the same for him, the only picture he has of you. You're never beside each other after all.

You don't give a fuck about the photo, he has a knife. You're alone together in a room and he has a knife.

"Are you mad at me ?" he texts but you can't do anything except try to keep your cries quiet. You knew he was weird, but fuck ! Not that weird !

You hear him chuckle, and seconds after the ruffle of his clothes alarms you. What is he doing ? He's moving, but why ? You don't know what he's doing until his hand firmly close around your ankle and pull you out of under the bed, you scream, try to fight back, throw your legs at his face but you can't even see it; he wears a mask.

Not only a mask, in fact, he is completely disguised.

Window is all you can think. You have to jump out of the window. Never slackening your attacks, you finally inflict him pain, his mask twisting on the side in the process. He falls on his back, holding his, likely, jaw.

You are not waiting for him to get over it as you jump on the bed, slide and grab the open window. You pull it wider and leap head first. You did not think this through, only acting out of pure survival. But at the same time, maybe you would've done the same thing, choosing between breaking your legs or arms, in this situation, you'd chose to break your arms.

But Ethan is as determined as you, before your body can completely fall, he grabs both of your tibias with strong hands. Blood is already falling to your head, you feel it heat up despite the freezing atmosphere.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing ?" yell the man holding you.

Hanging upside down, only held by the legs by a crazy man clearly wasn't part of your Christmas plan. You wiggle your body, trying to make him let go or at least slip out of his grip but you never saw someone as mad as Ethan. You lay your hands flat on the outside wall before you, outstretching your arms to grab something allowing you to fall, to pull yourself down but it's no use.

You already feel yourself being lift up. Slowly, Ethan's hand pull you up, leaving your ankles to grab just below your knees. One of your foot hit his face but he never relents. You yell in the wind for the world to hear, you struggle, fight but Ethan's something else. Ethan won't let you go.

The more he pulls you up, the more his hand grabs of you. While your feet are back inside, your hands never let go of the window border, refusing categorically to let him engulf you inside. You don't stop yelling at him to let you go but you quiet down a second when two other person enter your vision, both in the same disguise as Ethan.

They're outside, braving the harsh snow, just below the window. Exactly where you would have fallen if Landry didn't grabbed you. The smaller of them has a sign in hand, and when you read what's on it, you think you should have jumped and killed yourself.

"Merry Christmas, in-law.

Welcome to the family"